Its broad domain, where sunk the sun’s last ray,
While in the deep blue sky that arches o’er us
Stars shine to light our way.
Away! away! from home’s entrancing pleasures
The festal board, the bower of lady fair,
The roof that holds our hearts’ most valued treasures,
The loved ones there,
We go: and while the burning tear is starting
From eyes that gaze upon a shoreless main,
Fill! fill to those from whom we now are parting,